Chapter 98 Amelia is Strong, Dress Soaked with Wine
Felicity narrowed her eyes, looking at Amelia and said, "So you're choosing to give up the Martinez family?"
Amelia took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
"Threatening me?" Amelia looked coldly at Felicity.
"Hasn't it been a threat all along?" Felicity sneered.
Amelia narrowed her eyes: "I thought we were discussing this."
Felicity laughed mockingly. She said, "Amelia, you're a woman who depends on the Brown family to survive. What right do you have to discuss anything with me?"
As Felicity spoke, she waved her phone, showing a message from Isabella.
Then she pointed to the side door.
William was standing there, seemingly talking to someone.
It was Isabella.
Even in ordinary clothes, it was recognizable that it was her.
Amelia sneered inwardly. William, who had just stubbornly refused to take Isabella's call in front of her, had now brought her here.
"Amelia, William doesn't love you anymore," Felicity said. "Your good days at the Brown Villa are coming to an end."
"Do you want to wait for Isabella to die, then continue pretending nothing happened and keep being William's wife?"
"I'm telling you, impossible."
Felicity's voice came through, but Amelia didn't look away. She watched William approach Isabella, leaning down to check something near her.
In the dim light, they were very close.
"Got a good enough look?"
Felicity said: "Isabella and I are working together. If I want to take over the Martinez family's old connections remaining in the Brown Group, it'll be easy."
Amelia looked away and saw the smile on Felicity's face. Felicity said: "Besides, the Martinez family's glory was during Jasper's time. Now, it's nothing."
Seeing Amelia's expression, Felicity smiled even more broadly.
"How does it feel?"
"Hate me?"
Felicity's smile mixed with something else, making her look somewhat tragic.
"Amelia, do you know? I hate you more."
"Didn't you win him in a bet?"
Felicity's voice carried suppressed viciousness: "Then let's bet too. If you win, I won't touch the Martinez family's old connections. If you lose, choose one: either I take over the Martinez family's old connections, or you tell me what really happened in Seraphim back then."
Felicity swirled the wine glass in her hand: "Let's bet on this wine. See? Among all those glasses of wine over there, bet on whether you can find this one."
Amelia looked at Felicity.
Suddenly feeling somewhat sad.
"You're not the Felicity I knew," Amelia said.
That proud and noble Felicity wasn't someone who would use such underhanded methods to force others.
What had happened over these years to change her beyond recognition?
"What, don't dare to bet?" Across from her, Felicity was putting on a brave front.
But Amelia smiled.
"The vineyard in southwestern Seraphim."
"Alvin's private winery, producing wine with a smooth and wonderful taste, bursting with fruity aroma."
"Made by his own hands 4 years ago, red wine, ruby red in color."
Watching the smile gradually disappear from Felicity's face, Amelia said: "What you brought back is from his private collection. Alvin's winery doesn't produce particularly bad wine. This is your homecoming reception, marking your official entry into Shadow City's social circle, and it'll be revealed later that what you brought back is Alvin's collection, so you wouldn't fake it."
"Felicity, do I need to continue?"
Seeing Felicity standing still, Amelia slowly walked to the long table, carefully compared, then chose one glass, tasted it lightly, and brought it back.
Raising her right hand slightly, the wine sparkled like a gem under the light.
At the bottom of the glass was the number 214, specially engraved for this wine tasting party's guessing game.
The correct answer had already been written and placed on the stage, just not yet revealed.
Amelia just quietly looked at Felicity.
After receiving Felicity's message, she had thought about what Felicity would do.
Wine tasting party, the theme was wine.
Reception, the theme was debut, entering the social circle.
The Martinez family, Seraphim, finance, Alvin—in the circle, they all pointed to the same person. With a little investigation, one could know the location of his winery in Seraphim, the grape-producing area.
Amelia couldn't possibly fight an unprepared battle.
Wine tasting and selection.
She was the heir of the Martinez family, which had once almost become Shadow City's fourth major power. How could she know nothing?
Also,
Amelia looked at Felicity before her. Behind her, in Amelia's peripheral vision, was William saying something to Isabella.
Over these years accompanying William everywhere, William particularly loved wine, and she had studied this area in detail.
These wines—she only needed to taste them slightly to know roughly what they were.
"So, did I win?" Seeing Felicity still not speaking, Amelia asked.
Felicity didn't answer, still staring hard at Amelia.
"Is this how you won him back then?" Felicity said through gritted teeth.
"No." Amelia lowered her eyes slightly.
That year's bitter victory cost her health and her child.
What she bet on was Alvin's remaining humanity.
The wine in the tall glass flowed like blood.
Just like that pool of blood when she lost the child that year.
Amelia suddenly felt so cold.
That pool of ice water was really so cold.
"No?" Felicity refused to believe it. From agitation, her chest heaved violently.
"In his early years, saying he played around would be putting it lightly. He could even be called a bastard. So many business partners were played by him. Why you!"
"Amelia, what method did you use?"
Amelia looked calmly at Felicity, holding the wine in her hand.
She said methodically: "Felicity, you said it yourself—it's not about what method I used, but that the Brown Group broke through the technical blockade."
But Felicity choked up.
This had always been what Felicity used to attack Amelia.
But when Amelia spoke the words she had said, she realized that she herself had subconsciously believed all along that everything was closely related to Amelia.
Watching Felicity unable to speak, only staring at her with slightly red eyes, Amelia looked away.
"So, can you give me a result?" Amelia said. "Did I win or not? The Martinez family..."
"You didn't win!" Felicity's voice suddenly grew loud and shrill, attracting the attention of people around them.
"Yes, you guessed right, but so what?" Felicity laughed viciously. "The Martinez family is long gone."
"The Martinez family now is just a department of the Brown Group. The once invincible Martinez family is now just a dog of the Brown Group!"
"Amelia, your father is long dead. Even if you guessed right, so what..."
The entire glass of red wine was poured over Felicity.
The ruby-red liquid ran down from her cheeks along her dress, continuously seeping and dripping—a bloody mess.
And the wine glass was held in Amelia's hand.